First Second Thursday Spoken Word Presentation Ever; Triana Has Eyes!
This was a first, the Players Pub Spoken Word Series (see January 29), premiered Thursday night from 6 to 9 by the Bloomington Writers Guild in conjunction with local bar and music venue Players Pub in off-downtown Bloomington. This will continue on second Thursdays every month, combining musical interludes with readings of various sorts. This time, for instance, the readings were prose, with the musical guests the group Urban Deer, while next month’s will most likely feature poetry and, from out of town, the group Shakespeare’s Monkey. The name of the series is not necessarily fixed yet either, but a flavor is already being established, more freewheeling and possibly “adult” in nature than, say, the more formal First Sunday Prose and Last Sunday Poetry programs.
That said, the first reading ever for this was by . . . me. The piece read was my story “River Red” from THE TEARS OF ISIS, but with a brief introduction from TOMBS: A CHRONICLE OF LATTER-DAY TIMES OF EARTH (“River Red” being set in the “Tombs” universe, even if not in the latter book) to help set the mood. And also . . . well, maybe . . . as a sort of commercial to push both titles. This was followed by Shayne Laughter, who we’ve met on several occasions before, with a tale called “Incident at Grandmother’s Cottage,” a part of a fiction work in progress; Arbutus Cunningham (a.k.a. Hester), a Saturday morning radio star on local WFHB with four brief and mostly funny (the exception, the third called “After the War,” combining survival and sadness) semi-fictionalized, off-the-wall reflections; and playwright and comedy performance artist Stevie Jay with longer excerpts from a newer work, “Falling Through the Cracks: a homeopathic remedy for the New Millennium in one dose.” The audience totaled some 15 to 18 people (not counting bar personnel), most of whom seemed to stay for the whole nearly three-hour period, and once warmed up seemed quite enthusiastic.
Then another note on new goth kitten Triana, who has momentarily held still and in the light long enough for a new photo portrait, this amongst the jumble and clutter of the printer corner of the computer cave. But the thing is, missing from all other pictures thus far, she has lovely golden-brownish eyes, now seen here for the first time!